It's all about money money money

I'm willing' to do what it takes, whatever the stakes in order to get myself some dollar bills. Man, I gotta earn for a living, ain't nobody giving me nothing find something I love to do.
Hmm, what about that pimpin'? It's good tipping, tax free, and I know a lot of people that love to screw. Yeah, it's just a way of the world, with boys and girls I'm adjusting to my environment. Why can't work feel like retirement?

Note: One of my co-workers is accessorizing today with a beanie baby sheep in his front pocket. I really don't know what else to say about that. I waffle between thinking it's funny and being very afraid.

Note: I wish I had remembered to bring the rest of my giant oatmeal cream pie.

Additionally: I would really like to be at Mt. Baker today.

Movie Review: Flushed Away

Singing Slugs, toad mimes, and a welcome but curious absence of turds and toilet paper. I liked this a whole lot more than I thought I would. Not a fan of poo humor. Not a fan of love stories. BIG fan of French amphibious assassins. I, unlike Roddy, would've chosen the lonely life of gilded cages and mute friends over a bunch of sewer rats and psychotic toads but that's me. Opps, spoiler alert.

Shelly, Josh and I watched this on St. Patty's Day at Sue's with our Bangers and Mash and Guinness. Ok, I didn't have any Guinness. But I did have the world's largest oatmeal cream pie.

And a good time was had by all...

Last Monday Josh informs us that it is going to be 65 and sunny at Vantage this weekend and ski season is over and we are going climbing and that's that. So Sunday, Steve, Shelly, Josh and I load up in the Maxima and headed east; leaving all trad gear and Sickly Sue in Seattle. Everyone gets in their allotted leads and Josh gets "milage" on 10 b's and c's. Steve, of coarse, had to be berated and belittled up Desert Shield and Uprising. Then proclaimed Uprising as the best line in the park (partly, I think because he lead it in style and partly cos I cussed and whined when I followed.) I led the 5.5 chimney for the umpteenth time, but the urine at the bottom bumped it up a grade, so I'm solidly leading 5.6 for the third year in a row.
Aside from some slightly annoying frat & sorority kids with a cool dog who liked to smoke and belay at the same time and yell "DUDE" alot, it was a perfect day at our favorite outdoor gym.

No trip to Vantage would be complete w/o the stop at DQ in Ellensburg (solidly manned by three people.) So we had plenty of time for photo op's with the bucking bronco (weight limit= 35 pounds, oops!) Cheeseburgers and blizzards for everyone. Then an uneventful but educational (who knew Irving had written anything besides "Cider House Rules"?) ride home. Everyone but Josh gazing wistfully at the stationary lifts at the pass.

SURPRISE!

Spring pulled off the often impossible. A big surprise party. At least twenty people made it to Spring and Tao's before he got home and waited in the upstairs bedroom. Then Spring fed him some line about a broken pipe in the upstairs bathroom. He came up to check it out and there we were. Ha ha! Another dozen or so arrived a bit late and were surprised by the birthday boy himself, who took great pleasure in meeting them at the door and returning the favor.
Tao is the last to join the ranks of the 30 year olds and we are, to say the least, relieved.
Spring's Mom, who's visiting, made some dishes. Supplemented by S & T's favorite Chinese takeout (the chicken was fucking amazing!) And, of coarse, pizza and chips and beer and soda (Nathan went crazy with the coke (a-cola.))
Joan, maker of desert, brought three cakes. The half the sugar one was good, but it really didn't stand a chance against the one with frosting. That's never gonna be a fair fight.
I am, as many of you know, extremely cliquish so I didn't talk to anyone I didn't know unless tactically unable to avoid them. I would preferably hear Steve spew the same climbing beta a hundred times then subject myself to the chatter of an unknown individual. "Rather to bear those ills we have than to fly to others we know not of."

See ya!

Yo. It's 11:00 and I'm done. Cos I'm fucking efficient. Like a machine. (Acutally, Chuck is the machine but only with counting.) Ha ha. I know you hate to hear that. Suckers! Think I'll go to the gym. Wash clothes. Watch videos. Shop for great boards that Steve won't buy. Whatever. I can do all these things cos I have plenty of time.
If I was a betting woman though, I wouldn't put my money on anything but a nap. Cos I'm also fucking lazy!
See you slaves later!

Lay low

As Shelly pointed out, this is an inauspicous day. If it starts to storm, go home. There's no reason to chance it. Drive carefully. Watch your back. Don't panic, but be alert.
Chuck, Gina, and I are going to lunch at Paddy Coynes and I'm already thinking about how many street crossings there are. Think I'll skip the usual gin & tonic and stick with diet coke.
Kind of surprised Shelly elected to go climbing tonight but we'll just have to remember to check knots and avoid pendulums. Leading is, of coarse, out of the question.

Anais Nin

"We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them."
(I need to photocopy this and tape it to the back of the driver's side visor....both sides.)

"Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death."


"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage."
(You might need alot of courage if you are married to two men at the same time and they don't know it!)